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The first blank photograph was Susan Adkins, a hideous mountain of an English teacher who kept us under her lardulent thumb for a whole year. At the beginning of my Freshman year, because I had been in a private school for the last three years, I didn’t have the official academic record necessary to place me into Honors classes where I apparently belonged. So I had to start out in the slow-jams remedial moron classes just like everybody else and attempt to prove that I didn’t belong there because of my super-huge brainbox. Getting out of Math was easy due to the geniality of Mr. Starcevich, History was eventually accomplished, but English was another story. Adkins was lord of her eraser-dust kingdom, and she refused to let anyone leave. No matter how much extra credit I churned out, she refused to even consider my pleas for escape, content in keeping me trapped in 5th period with a crew of retards, jocks and spitball-flinging mooks. Eventually, I stopped trying.